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Imagine Twelve - Home Improvements (Brad)

"Ow! You little f-" I managed to stop myself from swearing, but by now my foot was swelling from having around six tools dropped on it a few seconds before. Normally I wouldn't be around tools, but I was helping Brad with some DIY work, and we were about as useless as each other. "What happened?" Brad called from the other room. I didn't respond as he'd see soon enough, and simply gathered the tools and carried them (very, very carefully) into the other room. 

"What happened to your foot?" Brad asked, concern in his tone as his gaze fixed on my injured foot - which was by now about three times bigger than the other. "These" I simply said as I tipped all the tools out onto the floor. "Seriously? You're that clumsy?" he asked a follow up question, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "It's a faulty toolbox" I mumbled as I walked over to the piece of furniture we were currently working on, which I think was supposed to be a cupboard, but looked like a simple pile of wood and nails. "I'm sorry if I just upset you love, you know I didn't mean to" his voice whispered in my ear as his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and started to leave soft kisses on the side of my neck. I hate the fact that all it took for me to forgive him was so simple.

"No, it's fine. It's just.. no, nothing. Let's get on with this" I tried to divert my mind away from anything but the overwhelming desire to kiss him back. "Why has nothing been done?" I decided to ask, before I heard one of his stupid excuses. "The instructions don't work" he said quietly, in a childish voice. "They don't work? You really worry me" my tone of voice emphasised my confusion. I picked up the instructions and skimmed through them. "They're in Spanish" I stated, and Brad nodded, taking the instructions from me. "Yeah, should I call someone?" he asked, and I shook my head, taking the instructions back. "I studied Spanish back in school, I can do it!" I whined, determined to prove to him I could translate them easily. He held his hands up in surrender and I began to translate.

Fifteen minutes later, I realised my knowledge of the language was lacking. Meaning I had no idea what any of it meant anymore. I put down the paper so I had full view of the cupboard, which had countless parts in the wrong place. "This isn't a cupboard.." Brad announced, also reflecting on our work. "It's, um, abstract art! What, you didn't want that?" I improvised, trying to make myself look less stupid. I then hoped it looked like abstract art, I was going on some pieces of artwork my artistic friend described one time and they sounded kind of similar. "I was aiming for a cupboard myself.." he mumbled, then started to take apart the mess. "Why are we even building all this stuff, your room's full enough as it is" as I finished the statement I realised i'd said this about four times at different points in the day, and every time I was blatantly ignored. This time was no exception. This boy is always up to something, I swear. But it was one of the many things I loved about him.

I made my way over to the table which was pushed up against the wall to make room, as our drinks were placed on there. As I picked mine up, I noticed a piece of paper below it. I put the drink down and picked up the paper. It was an identical set of instructions, but in English. "You're such a clueless one sometimes you know" I told Brad as I walked back over to him, instructions in hand. "Wait!" he shouted from nowhere, and it startled me to say the least. "What?" I asked, frozen in place. "Just skip straight to the other side, we'll make up the first part" he instructed, a softer tone of voice now. "That doesn't make much sense, but alright" I was really confused, but frankly i'd had enough of being a builder and wanted to get this over with. 

As I turned over the sheet of instructions, stuck on with a post-it note, were the words 'Will you move in with me?'. My first thought was that this was clearly a joke, as Brad loved to play practical jokes on me all the time. I rested the sheet back down on the table and turned around to be only centimetres away from Brad, who was dangling a set of keys in my face. Still startled, I only managed to nod slowly, secretly still hoping for clarification that this wasn't a joke. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me. "We're really going to move in together? This isn't one of your stupid jokes?" I had to ask sometime. He shook his head before responding. "I wouldn't joke about us, not when you're going to be living with me, I need to save up my best material". After grinning at his stupid comment I leaned up and kissed him again, the desire was definitely too overwhelming now.

"You made me read Spanish instructions for no reason.." I suddenly recalled, and he laughed. "Just an introduction of what's to come, my love" he joked with a huge, cheeky grin. "I honestly do love you Emily" he added to his previous comment, and his arms wrapped around me. "It's a good thing you do, you'll have to wake up to me every morning" I reminded him with a smile, and he quietly chuckled. "Sounds like heaven to me" he replied with a genuine smile.

Safe to say there'd be more and more DIY disasters to come..